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The Return Trip
West Park was as depressing as I remembered. The weathered park benches were still a sickly kind of brown. The spent remains of cigarettes and…
Florida Man
There has been much debate about why so many bizarre stories come out of Florida. Some say it’s because the state is full of transient people, and…
Looking Back at Terror House Magazine’s First Year
One year ago, Terror House Magazine was pulled into this world, midwifed by our hard work and the hysterical rage of our enemies. That latter part…
Snakes with Legs, Babies with Tails
Years of watching shitty movies and ignoring the nightly news had convinced Tom that all criminals were clean cut. Handsome. Suave. The man pointing…
Progress, Part 1
I. It is the Current Year. You live in a three-bedroom apartment with five other thirty-year-old programmers, provided to you by your generous…
True Love, Part 4
IX. Kamishiro was in the kitchen. He could smell eggs and bacon. Would she untie him to eat? Or would she try and feed him? He felt violently sick,…
“The Bar Guys,” “Cold Pizza,” “Drunk and in a Blind Rage I Lean Against a Pole and Watch the Neighbor Use His Car Speakers as His Cell Phone,” and Other Poems
the bar guys some days i’ll pass one of them on the street and they’ll look as bad and used up by the world as they did when i left them sitting on…
A Hair’s Breadth, Part 2
IV. Sitting in front of her computer, which she had packed along with other essential items the previous evening, Carla half-heartedly makes a few…
Three-Line Poetry Collection
Untitled Stand on soapbox made by another’s hand Pick a social injustice to protest Awareness will not rule it out Untitled What would a painting say…
Leaping Over the Butchers of Wayne, New Jersey
With a head start, I charged and disappeared into my beloved woods. I knew each stone, branch, and hill from my childhood when I played cowboys and…
